..had to share this with the rest of the myspace world..just because Edy- you are so fu*kin dope!
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Written by:
EDY.MACTIVIST

I wrote some shit and a lot of it was inspired by you and the TYS crew.

Dedication.

here's some shit i've been on lately:

this is for my folks
who remind me to stay humble
because the best teachers are students
ever learning.
this is for my folks
who make their politics from love
my folks for whom english is insufficient.
this is for my folks who use their words
and their hands to make new worlds
this is for my folks who inspire me
and dream with their eyes open
get stared at because most people
don't understand us
because they're too stuck speaking
in coded symbols of white supremacy
capitalism, and imperialism.
this is for my folks who aren't afraid to be
different.
act a fool, go stupid doo doo dumb, and hyphe.
go head shake it out.

this is for d.scott for living poetry instead of just
writing it.
this is for fritz, for writing a lot of this shit, and
sharing it.
this is for TRUST YOUR STRUGGLE for making revolutions
visual.

this is for my students
who have been taught to think like their oppressors.
and that shit isn't working for them.
so they find it hard to imagine new worlds
beyond money.
this is for my students
who realize that they have power to create change,
ask me about marxism,
school me on nutritional racism,
make me question my objectives,
keep me balanced, sustain me...


what if project windows projected images of
prosperity?
picture inner city blocks without pistols and glocks;
side walks with no cops on patrol.
envision, a world with no prisons
so schools can't be created in their image;
all transportation is public
canvasses for pieces un-policed and no throw ups.
tags have become unnecessary.
bombing has been abolished.
we no longer need to be discreet.
we can take our time... breathe easy.
eat plenty... food is everywhere,
springing up from what was once abandoned lots,
now concrete encased gardens.
what if there was no money,
what if hip hop was currency.
and we trade beats for rhymes, bars and hooks,
cardboard, record crates, windmills, black books
what will we write about then?
what will the poets protest?
what will our history books tell us?
maybe we won't need text books then;
when every teacher is a griot.
every pupil is a poet.
principals with priciples
pens and pencils replace pistols.
what will be their purpose then?
once we've written metal detectors out of existance.
replaced billboards with burners
what murals and mosaics would we make.
in what colors will we paint without racism.
imagine coloring books in krylon covered classrooms
kids gripping crayolas in all colors erasing color
lines.
and what will become of columbus day?
maybe we will celebrate our struggle
maybe we will commemorate community
after we've finished fetishising over commodities
maybe christians on christmas will give gifts to
muslims
take pilgrimages to mecca
make peace with palestinians
maybe we'll be so concerned with making peace
that we no longer need to pray for it.
what will we petition our gods for then?
maybe we won't find out.
what if we never win a revolution?
until then maybe we should live revolutions
speak freedom instead of english
with eyes open
in dreams deffered to us
by langston [hughes]
martin [luther king jr.]
malcolm [x]
marvin [gaye]
find marvelous joy
in questions...
why?
how?
what does the community we wish to create look like?
until we get there maybe we should
compose the poems that will project
new worlds from project windows.
paint pictures of histories we chose not to forget.
follow in the footsteps of our ancestors
subscribe to James Baldwin
spend more time living than writing
more time drinking than fighting.
accept our contradictions with laughter
to keep our third eyes from crying.
keep the clouds encasing our graffiti laced with
silver lining.
make a difference by being different
Che [guevara],
[bob] Marley,
[walter] Rodney,
[mohatma] Ghandi
create change by living it
in moments,
in laughter,
in ears,
tounges,
prayers,
srories...
krylon can in hand.
scribe a new bible
this time on buildings
i'll begin with four words
you finish the rest...
love
justice
freedom
peace...